The Shaman & His Daughter

Author:Gregory Drambour

The Shaman & His Daughter

I was working on a new writing project when I heard my four year old daughter call out from her room across the hall—“Daddy!”“Angel-Girl!” I call back. (this calling each other back and forth is an ongoing routine with us).“Daddy, the fairy-people are flying around my room again!”“Cool!” I shouted across the hall.“What do I do?” She asks me.“Well, first say hello to them.”“I did that already, Daddy, like you taught me!”“Did they say hello back?”“Yup! They said all together, ‘We greet you, Angel-Girl!’ Daddy, how do they know your special name for me?Good question, I thought! Hmm—this is the big challenge when you have daughter who “sees”—she asks tough questions!“You could ask them how they know,” I respond.“Oh, okay,” I hear her saying in a soft voice, “How do you know my special name?”“Daddy, they said, everyone knows! Who is everyone, Daddy?”“You could ask them that too!”“Oh! You’re very smart, Daddy.” I hear her ask them in that special sincere voice when she speaks to life-forces beyond this realm.She tells me then, “They said all the fairy-people know! All over the world. One knows, all know.”“One knows, all know! I like that!” I say excitedly.She goes quiet for a long minute and I wonder what’s up, “You’re quiet over there.”She calls back, very seriously, “They were giving me flying instructions.”“Awesome! Is it hard?”“The upside-down part looks fun,” she replies. I chuckle to myself. She continues, “They are all flying upside down to show me how to do it. I am getting dizzy.”I think for a moment, “Is she getting dizzy from watching them fly upside down or because she is flying?”“Angel-girl, are you flying around right now with them?”She calls back, “I’m not flying yet, Daddy. I am standing on my head on my bed to see them! ”“Oh, okay,” I say. For some reason I turn my head upside down to feel what she is feeling. Yup, you do get dizzy!“My room looks much different upside down, Daddy.”“Like how?” I ask.“Don’t know how to explain it. But do you think that’s why the Fairy People fly upside down sometimes—to see stuff differently?My sweet daughter’s wisdom floors me and I sit very still for a moment, hardly breathing, so deeply grateful for this sudden insight: To see stuff differently!“Daddy, you there?”“Always, my beautiful angel!”“When you go flying with your eagle-brother, do you run into the Fairy People?”“Do you mean like bump into them in the sky?”“No, Daddy, don’t be silly! I mean like see them?” She teases me.I shake my head—only my Angel-Girl can ask these impossible questions! I am thinking this is complicated to explain but then the obvious occurs to me! The simple truth: “That’s a great question! No, I have never seen them when I am flying with my brother.”“Well, keep your eye out for them when you are flying, Daddy,” she adds solemnly.“I will Angel-girl, that’s good idea,” I assure her.“Maybe you could fly upside down together. I know how important the Fairy People are to your job, Daddy, I wouldn’t want you to miss them.”“No, I definitely wouldn’t want to miss them.”Long silence from her room then she says, “Daddy, they are sprinkling the fairy dust like they did before. It’s very pretty—it’s gold.”I smile deeply, knowing how special it is for the Fairy–People to honor my daughter with this blessing again.I tell her, “It means they like you very very much, Angel-girl.”“I like them too—a lot!” A long moment and then I hear her whisper, “Okay, I will tell him.”“Daddy?”“That’s me!” (Another one of our routines—smiles)She says with deep seriousness, “They told me to tell you, Daddy, that ‘You are their brother, their heart is full, you honor them—One knows, all know.’”With tears streaming down my cheeks, I try my best to get the words out through the overwhelming feelings and say with bowed head in deep respect and gratitude, “A Ho, my brothers and sisters of the Fairy-People, A Ho.”I hear her whisper in the voice of an angel, “They said, ‘A Ho,’ my Daddy.

About the author:
Gregory Drambour has been on spiritual journey since he became sober 32 years ago. That path started him on the road to many adventures and learning experiences. In 1987, his interest in Native American culture and shamanism was sparked by the work of Carlos Castaneda and the meeting of his animal totem in the California desert. Eventually, Greg was led to the Black Hills in South Dakota, a place that felt like a long-lost home to him. His experiences with the Holy Men in the Northern Plains taught him many things but most of all that it is not what you do but how you do it that brings joy to your life. Greg's mission is to use his clairvoyant gifts and shamanic abilities to help people move forward on their journey. The Woodstock Bridge is about the warrior’s spirit that lives inside of each of us; it is about crossing the bridge from one’s heart to one’s life.

Greg comes from a lineage of writers, artists, and inventors. He is a cancer survivor and owns a spiritual retreat organization in Sedona, Arizona: Sedona Sacred Journeys (http://www.sedona-spiritual-vacations.com/) .The Woodstock Bridge is his first book. At present, Greg is working on his new book, DRAW NO CONCLUSIONS, about his four year journey with cancer.